Tapis be with you

Balenciaga has always been known for its cheeky approach to fashion.

From shirts that look like they’ve been worn and worn out, to shoes that look like they’ve been dragged through mud, Balenciaga has found ways to turn these into fashion.

Then, they put a hefty price tag on it.

Look, they did it again.

This is something that 100% of the population do everyday. Take a bath and wrap a towel around their waist. Now, you can do it for P50K.

If this becomes another hit for the brand, i’m bringing out all my best towels.

Crabby

There are folks with interesting names.

And there are folks like these:

At least, you won’t forget her name.

My, my, it’s July!

And just like that, half of the year is gone.

That was fast.

Moon the audience

Yup, we got to see the Blood Moon yesterday.

(Though my puny camera couldn't capture its bloodiness.)

Strange Sale

Aren't you supposed to pay a lesser amount whenever you buy an item on sale?

Someone please tell that to the people at H&M in SM North EDSA. Harhar.

Strange indeed.

Fur real?

Presenting today's oddest banner ad.

I wonder what makes this fur unreal?

To health!

While passing through Gateway on my way home, I spotted this peculiar poster near the food court:

 What made it peculiar? It's talking about "lusog," and the first dish on the menu is....

CRISPY LITSON!

How healthy can you get. Harhar.

Strangest. Saturday. Ever.

On my way home from school, I dropped by The Landmark in Makati to buy white inner shirts. They've got this great brand in their bazaar section . The white, v-neck shirts are comfy, fit well, and they're just P119.75 per piece. I ended up buying 3.

Since it was a Saturday, I didn't think the MRT was uber crowded, so that's what I took going home.

Boy, was I wrong. It was packed to the rafters. But since I was in front of the line, I was able to ride the first train that arrived. With my backpack and plastic bag from The Landmark in my hand, I found myself inside the crowded train.

By the time packed train arrived in Guadalupe, there was a sea of people rushing in and pressing against everyone else. Because of that volume of people, my body was being pushed and contorted too much that it felt like they were turning me into a pretzel. My arm was outstretched and extended to my side, while my body was twisted the other way.

When the train reached Ortigas, the door opened and people started rushing out. This was the only time I was able to get my body in the normal position. That's when the strangest thing happened. When my arm was able to reach the proper position, I checked my hand carrying the plastic bag from The Landmark and this is what I saw:

(Ta-daaahhhh!)

Yes, the force and impact of the people in the trained ripped the plastic bag in my hand and it was nowhere to be found. Actually, when most of the people got off at Cubao station, I even stayed behind to check whether the plastic bag was stepped on or thrown off somewhere. But alas, the bag was gone. Along with my 3 v-neck white shirts.

(This is all that's left of my white shirts.)

Harrumph!

Honestly, (and maybe even naively), I thought that this was a freak accident. As freaky as my Freaky Friday last May. But while I was talking to Mark tonight, he told me that it was possible that someone stole the bag and its contents. And on hindsight, it is possible. I mean, the MRT has been witness to a lot of petty crimes, and this one definitely qualifies as one.

Strange, but true.

So, if ever it was stolen by another person, my only hope at this point is that he's a size medium, that he likes white V-neck shirts, and that he needs those shirts more than I do.

Entitled

What's with our obsession with titles?

 It seems like every star has to have a title to become legit. From the early days of "Superstar" and "Star for all Seasons," then we had "Diamond Star" and "Star of the new Decade." In fashion, we have Pitoy Moreno who's "Asia's Fashion Czar," to Ben Farrales as "The Dean of Philippine Fashion," to Inno Sotto's "Manila's Prince of Fashion."

 After hearing mass, I dropped by Robinson's Galleria to buy something at the Supermarket. Nearby, there was a mall concert by an artist named Juris.

When the host introduced her, he shouted:


"Let's all welcome, 'The Soothing Voice of Asia and the Pacific... Juris!'"

 Now that's the strangest title I've heard in a while.